Shovels In Spades

"S-Stay back!" a skinny woman wearing a red blouse and a white frilly skirt ordered Daz. He frowned a bit at the poor reception he was receiving. At least ten of the survivors had stopped focusing on the monsters and were now paying attention to Daz.

"Hey, Redhead, can you talk some sense into these people? You know I'm here to help, and if I waste any time, a few of you might die which would upset me," Daz said as he looked straight at the woman who was still fighting ferociously.

Lyle had stood up and was being eyed cautiously at this point. He stood next to Daz closely and held his syringe while he kept it concealed.

"Everyone, please, leave him alone. You saw what he did to the monsters down below, didn't you? He's the guy I told you about that had the large rock with him yesterday," the redheaded woman said while she struggled to fend off the Zombies and Orcs that were clawing away at her feet.

Daz's eyebrows twitched. "'Large rock'?" Daz said with anger clear in his tone. Lyle noticed this and his forehead creased up before he held his head with his left hand and sighed.

"Lord Daz, please remember that we're trying to do the event here and you also wanted to negotiate with these people after you have saved them," Lyle whispered into Daz's ear. Even if he knew it would go in one ear and out the other, he had to try his best to at least tell his Lord what their purpose was again since he was firm in wanting to help Daz as much as he could.

"Yeah, fuck that. I'll do the event, but you'll have your work cut out for you later. No one disrespects Rimmy and gets away with it," Daz growled to which Lyle backed off. Clearly, there was no persuading Daz at this point.

Daz sauntered over to the edge of the rooftop, where the redheaded woman was standing, and he identified her first before he doled out her punishment.